Haggert's Department ordered him up from Dindigul to the Frontier at two days' notice, and he went through, losing money at every step, from Dindigul to his station. He dropped Mrs. Haggert at Lucknow, to stay with some friends there, to take part in a big ball at the Chutter Munzil, and to come on when he had made the new home a little comfortable. Lucknow was Hannasyde's station, and Mrs. Haggert stayed a week there. Hannasyde went to meet her. As the train came in, he discovered what he had been thinking of for the past month. The unwisdom of his conduct also struck him. The Lucknow week, with two dances, and an unlimited quantity of rides together, clinched matters; and Hannasyde found himself pacing this circle of thought:--He adored Alice Chisane, at least he _had_ adored her. _And_ he admired Mrs. Landys-Haggert because she was like Alice Chisane. _But_ Mrs. Landys-Haggert was not in the least like Alice Chisane, being a thousand times more adorable. _Now_ Alice Chisane was "the bride of another," and so was Mrs. Landys-Haggert, and a good and honest wife too. _Therefore_ he, Hannasyde, was ... here he called himself several hard names, and wished that he had been wise in the beginning. Whether Mrs. Landys-Haggert saw what was going on in his mind, she alone knows. He seemed to take an unqualified interest in everything connected with herself, as distinguished from the Alice-Chisane likeness, and he said one or two things which, if Alice Chisane had been still betrothed to him, could scarcely have been excused, even on the grounds of the likeness. But Mrs. Haggert turned the remarks aside, and spent a long time in making Hannasyde see what a comfort and a pleasure she had been to him because of her strange resemblance to his old love. Hannasyde groaned in his saddle and said, "Yes, indeed," and busied himself with preparations for her departure to the Frontier, feeling very small and miserable. The last day of her stay at Lucknow came, and Hannasyde saw her off at the Railway Station. She was very grateful for his kindness and the trouble he had taken, and smiled pleasantly and sympathetically as one who knew the Alice-Chisane reason of that kindness. And Hannasyde abused the coolies with the luggage, and hustled the people on the platform, and prayed that the roof might fall in and slay him. As the train went out slowly, Mrs. Landys-Haggert leaned out of the window to say good-bye--"On second thoughts _au revoir_, Mr. Hannasyde. I go Home in the Spring, and perhaps I may meet you in Town." Hannasyde shook hands, and said very earnestly and adoringly--"I hope to Heaven I shall never see your face again!" And Mrs. Haggert understood. PRIVATE LEAROYD'S STORY And he told a tale.--_Chronicles of Gautama Buddha._